My first office of my own was literally a broom closet that I rented in Portland, Oregon in an old and very interesting downtown building. I scoured, scrubbed, painted, got my drawing board in and out of my little Volkswagon Beetle and up the building’s rickety elevator. A door and two wooden sawhorses worked just fine for my desk and work table. Add a Japanese paper bubble shade over the one light bulb hanging from the high ceiling, get a telephone in and I was in business circa 1958.